Hidden away amongst the assorted herbs and candles, it almost makes him drop a bottle of unlabeled leaves. He invents some excuse for Dawn, who is sorting through things in the living room, and drives to the construction site.

As he mixes the concrete, Xander wonders why Tara of all people would have something like this in her nightstand.

Two weeks from now, he realizes, patrolling with Buffy on an especially bright evening, why the bullets do not match the dull grey ones he finds in Anya's gun.